Body and Soul

A poem written at HMP Highpoint in 2015/16. One of the ways I used to get myself to sleep was by fabricating imaginary journeys, often routes that I had taken in the past. In this poem I imagined slipping out through the gates one day. It also touches on a number of metaphyiscal issues which are of little importance. I would just say that one of the few advantages of being confined is the force of concentration that can be attained – given a little peace and quiet early morning.